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THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



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ale, and farewell. Come, Sir, let us be going : for 

 the sun grows low, and I would have you look 

 about you as you ride ; for you will see an odd 

 country, and sights that will seem strange to you. 



THE FIRST DAY. 



CHAPTER II. 



PiSCATOR. 



oo, Sir, now we have got to the top of the hill out 

 of town, look about you, and tell me how you like 

 the country. 



\ i \i. Bless me! what mountains are here ! Are 

 we not in Wales ? 



Pise. No, but in almost as mountainous a coun- 



